Changheng: No One's Eating This Tea Good Moon Round, So I'll Eat It

Chenyu Vale, Yilong Port.

Lingyuan wandered alone atop Mingyuan Mountain.

A habit cultivated over many years had brought her here once more.

Sadly, that man would never wake up again after the Lantern Rite ended.

Fujin followed Lingyuan's aura here.

"Why did you come here alone?"

"Old habits die hard..."

Lingyuan took human form.

There was no snow left here, but the flowers, grass, and trees had grown quickly instead.

The two leaned against a tree and sat on the ground.

"Do you come here every year?" Fujin asked.

"Every year, because you never seemed willing to see me, and the Medicine Master was always busy."

Lingyuan sounded a little sulky.

Fujin felt awkward. She had only recently regained consciousness.

She barely remembered anything.

Her impression of Lingyuan was extremely vague.

And with her weakened power, she could neither leave the underwater Serenitea Pot nor assume human form.

Naturally, it was better to keep her distance.

"I never got to have a proper talk with him..."

Fujin lowered her head. She had only met Mu Yang once, on that night.

When they met again, it was already a final farewell.

Fujin's power had still been incomplete that night.

Her conversation with Mu Yang had been halting and awkward as well.

Now, she had recovered to her peak through the Dragon Casting Ceremony.

Memories came flooding back.

Yet the person she could have shared them with was no longer here.

Lingyuan looked at the dull, lightless blade in the pool.

She did not know what to say.

She had been there both times, and both times, Mu Yang had used his own power to protect them.

No matter how many years passed, he had always been so unwavering...

That Broken Sword would never shine again.

Yet it was more dazzling than